Tuesday, 20 April 2010

Bats.

At this time of year, when the weather allows, we eat on our open terrace in front of the cottage.

With daytime temperatures at about 22 degrees C, we need shade at mid-day. When not used, our large dark green parasol is always let down and tied up, to avoid a gust of wind whisking it away. The next day, at lunch time, when re-opened there are tiny bats (probably Pipistrelles) nesting between its folds. They don't stay for long as both the heat and the brightness soon become too much for them, and they fly off to find another dark cool spot.

About Me

I am Anglo-Swedish. When I was younger I lived in Moscow, Washington, and Caracas. For the past 40 years we have lived in S W France. I'm a lapsed artist (mostly watercolours), I love the outdoors, and am married to the infamous Cro. We have three grown-up children and four grandsons. Life is good; deep in the French countryside.